Jean Wilcox Poems

Memories are like butterflies
That flutter through the breeze
Just when you think they're gone
They flutter back with ease.
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Awake in the morning be thankful
You have survived for HIM a new day
Pray for divine guidance to help you
Whatever the command may say
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How long will we caretakers-
Stand and wring our hands and cry?
There isn't anything we can do!
BUT SURELY WE MUST TRY
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